Sarah Mlynowski Quotes

You must grow like a tree, not like a mushroom.

I think the best things are the ones that happen organically and take a while because nothing really happens overnight if you think about it.

I like things to happen organically.

A drop of water can't stop a fire alone. But a drop of water, plus another one, plus another one, then you have the rain, and the rain can stop the fire.

I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things she had lost, *but whose inner glow has faded*. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.

Spontaneous combustion IS a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did she think she'd done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips, and the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?

It takes time for an acorn to turn into an oak, but the oak is already implied in the acorn.

Because things grow. Wherever there is air and light and open space, things grow.

Anything that happens gradually is always irrevocable.

Your life sparks fires from within your innermost temple. No one can reach there but you, it is your inner sanctum. You are your own master there, only you can reach and ignite the fire.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

A whole tree of lightning stood in the sky. She kept looking out the window, suffused with the warmth from the fire and with the pity and beauty and power of her death. The thunder rolled.

When I don't write, I feel my world shrink. I lose my fire, my color.

Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.

The greatest things in the world are brought about by other things which we count as nothing: little causes we overlook but which at length accumulate.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.

I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire — where the old world looked at a woman alone and immortal and said: she must long to die, I have tried to say: look at her live!

A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.

Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard.

For life is a fire burning along a piece of string--or is it a fuse to a powder keg which we call God?--and the string is what we don't know, our Ignorance, and the trail of ash, which, if a gust of wind does not come, keeps the structure of the string, is History, man's Knowledge, but it is dead, and when the fire has burned up all the string, then man's Knowledge will be equal to God's Knowledge and there won't be any fire, which is Life. Or if the string leads to a powder keg, then there will be a terrific blast of fire, and even the trail of ash will be blown completely away.

If you search within your heart, you will find something there that will make it possible for you to understand: a spark of disenchantment and discontent, which if fanned into flame will become a raging forest fire that will burn up the whole of the illusory world you are living in, thereby unveiling to your wondering eyes the kingdom that you have always lived in unsuspectingly.

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.